Sunday, June 28, 2009

Back on the Proverbial Horse

So, yesterday afternoon, a couple of hours after I posted how much fun Molly has been having with her new tricycle, we had a little accident. Molly fell over while riding, and pretty much did a face plant right onto the pavement. Of course she was crying, so I ran inside with her to assess the damage. Her forehead has a lovely red and purple bump, and though it wasn't too bad yesterday, today her nose looks pretty swollen and a little purple. But, in true Molly fashion, once she settled down and realized she would live, she wanted to get right back on and continue riding. What a trooper.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Doing Something Right

Today at lunch Molly said her first prayer all by herself. It was one of those moments where it felt for a minute that I have been doing something right, that what we've been trying to teach is actually sinking in. Molly was so proud of herself, she just lit up and clapped for herself. She's been helping us with pretty much every prayer we say whether at mealtime or bedtime, but this was her first solo. Hopefully it's not too sacrilegious, but here was her prayer...

"Heavenly Father, day, blessings, food, bless the food, Momma, Daddy, Molly, Happy, Jesus, Amen!"

The other day we found a great deal on Craigslist for a Radio Flyer tricycle. A lot of the little girls close by have little bikes, and Molly has always been quite anxious to get her hands on them whenever she has the chance, so we finally broke down and got one since it was cheap. She has been having a blast. Unfortunately it's been crazy hot the last few days, so she hasn't had as much time as she would have liked to ride it, but we try and get a couple minutes in here and there. It's still a little big for her, and she doesn't quite have the hang of pushing the pedals with her feet, but she loves it anyway.

Molly is kicking this whole two year old thing into high gear. Though it's not very often, every now that then she will throw a crazy tantrum. I struggle with knowing when to not give in so she'll learn, but when to intervene so it doesn't go too far. Last night was one of those instances. As we were in the singing songs phase of our bedtime routine, I told Molly that we could sing one more song, and then it would be time to lay down for bed. We sang the song, then were done, but Molly started throwing a fit for another song. I tried to explain that we were done singing, and if she wanted to sit with me quietly for a couple of minutes (this seems to have become tradition just in the last week or so) then she needed to calm down. Well, she didn't calm down, so I told her she needed to get right into her crib. (Oh, and she's also still in her crib...she's never had a problem with it, and since we're not in a hurry for another baby to take over the crib, I decided I'm in no hurry to switch her to a big bed.) Well, this did not bode well with her, and hence she started throwing a major tantrum...she immediately stood up in her crib and began jumping up and down...I just told her she needed to lay down and go to sleep, then I walked out the door. She screamed for about ten minutes, and then I heard a huge "thunk". I immediately knew she had somehow fallen out of the crib, so I ran up the stairs and threw open the door...and she was just standing there in front of her crib holding her blanket. The second I opened the door she stopped crying and said, quite happily, "Momma sit!" Of course I was in a panic, and asked her if she was hurt, and she said "no! Momma sit!". So I sat with her for about 30 seconds, basically just to make sure she was OK, then put her back in her crib, and she didn't make a peep. I doubt I'll ever really know what the heck I'm doing in trying to raise a toddler, but it makes me all the more grateful for those few moments where I can see something working.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Our Sidewalk Chalk

Molly received some sidewalk chalk for her birthday, and we've had a lot of fun with it. The only problem is I've been running out of things to draw with her. I'm not the world's most talented artist, so after a few rainbows and flowers, and an alphabet now and then, it gets a little old. But once in a while, my creativity sparks. Today we drew our family...we all lay down and traced each other. Molly thought it was one of the coolest things ever. Don't the sidewalk people look just like us?!?

Bet you can't guess who this is, with the bright blonde curly hair!

One happy family!

Friday, June 5, 2009

A Second 2nd Birthday

Last weekend my parents and sisters came into town to visit. With them they brought a whole bin of birthday presents for Molly, since her birthday was just a couple of weeks ago. I don't know of any child who could be more loved (or spoiled!) than our little Molly. She was in heaven having 100% attention, plus a whole new load of toys.

One of the many new gifts she received was a little inflatable pool. We've already put it to much good use, and have even had some little friends over to join in the fun. I don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing (OK, it's good for me, but bad for Molly), but this last week we've actually had many days that weren't really warm enough to swim, and I think it's starting to drive Molly a little crazy. I think she would spend all afternoon in the pool if we let her.

Another new favorite is a tool box with a whole load of Black and Decker tools...and who cares if they are plastic and not real? Molly sure doesn't! The other day she was playing with her dress up, and she had a big fluffy skirt on, then she immediately got out her tools to help David with a little project. I thought it was the cutest thing ever.

Right out front of our apartment we have a little playground that has sand. I'm really not a big fan of the sand...I would much rather have wood chips instead, but another thing Molly got for her birthday was a set of sand toys. I begrudgingly admit that the sand has been pretty fun this week. Molly has spent many a minute digging away. Who needs a beach, right?

Molly showing off how cool she is in her sunglasses.